Property of a Vampire

Home...

They had both remained quiet for the rest of the drive, quite frankly she was scared to speak and she was worried about what he had said. He drove down an old dirt road and she could see lights ahead. Soonnthey come to a very large house, more like a small mansion. Her mouth gaps open as she stares in awe. He glances at her and rolls his eyes, waking to her door and opens it. "hurry up." he growls lowly. She snaps back to reality and quickly gets out of the car. He closes the door and breaks the ropes that bounds her hands. "hurry up." he begins walking in long strides and she somehow manages to keep up with him. He open the door and holds open for her. She hesitantly walks in, looking around gasping. It was even more magnificent on the inside, hard wood floors, the walks were painted a light cream color and the furniture was all brown leather. The add to the coziness, there was a large stone fireplace, an oriental rug, and a few paintings and knick knacks. She was now under the impression that he was married or that he was extremely feminine. He had closed the door and locked it. "are you done gawking, slave?" he asks impatiently, crossing his arms. She jumps slightly at the sound of his voice, almost forgetting about him as she looked around the living room. She hesitantly turned towards him, her gaze at the floor, her cheeks flushed, embarrassed as she remembered what she was wearing. A maids outfit... If you could call it that. The skirt was far too short and only covered the front, the back was nonexistent and showed the lacy black cheekies that she was forced into. The top of the outfit was extremely tight and squeezed her chest area, making her breasts more prominent and pop out of the dress slightly, she had on white stockings and black heels, all put together by a black shocker with white ruffles. He nearly scoffs at her nonexistent response. "you are to only call me Master or Sir, anything else and I will slap the living hell out of you, understood?" he stares down at her, she was an easy foot shorter than him. "Yes Sir.." she says, not looking up at him, to her, he could've been the devil himself. He nods. "good. You are to clean this place while I'm away, you are to, under no circumstances allowed to wake me up during the day. If you try to escape.." he chuckles darkly, a sinister smirk lacing his features. "my dogs will get you." she trembled at his tone, biting her lip in fear. "Yes, Sir." that's all she could say at this point in fear of getting beaten or something by this... Demon. She didn't want to think of him as a human, no human in their right mind would ever buy another human as a slave and not regret it. She glances up at him, at his eyes. They seemed real but she just brushed them off, trying not to over think things. "You will do as I say without question or without me having to repeat myself." he says flatly, adjusting the rung on his finger, his ring finger. 'So he is married.' she thinks to herself, hoping his wife is a whole lot nicer than him, but she didn't count on it. If this man was married, he had to have a soft side, right? She sighs inwardly to herself, not really paying attention to what he was saying. She was lost deep within her own thoughts about how she was going to avoid him and hopefully escape. "- are you even listening to me?" he snaps at her, snapping her back to reality. "yes sir." she says almost automatically. He narrows his eyes at her. "than what did I just say?" she blinks and looks up at him, without even thinking, the smart ass comes out. "you said, 'than what did I just say?' Sir." her voice was laced with sarcasm. She instantly regretted it when she was knocked down, her cheek suddenly stinging and tears pricked her eyes. He had slapped her, hard. "watch your tone with me." he hisses, glaring down at her. She holds her cheek, shriveling up in fear and pain. "Y-yes sir..." He snorts slightly and stalks off to the kitchen, leaving her there on the floor.